MY MATE IS THE EXILED ALPHA

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M A E V E

He looked down, that predatory smile still in place, his bulge even more prominent now, straining against the leather like it might burst free.

“Unbuckle my belt,” he ordered, voice flat but laced with expectation, his hands hanging loose at his sides.

My fingers shook as I reached up, fumbling with the heavy buckle. The metal was cool under my touch, contrasting the fire building in my veins.

Why did this feel so electric? I shouldn't want this, shouldn't feel this rush at the thought of freeing his c**k, seeing it thick and hard, veins pulsing, ready to claim me. But I did.

A sudden heat flushed through me, making my p***y clench with need, wetness trickling down my inner thigh.

Was it his alpha scent, thick and commanding, or the way he watched me like prey? I didn't know, and that scared me as much as it excited me. The belt came undone with a soft clink, and I tugged it free, letting it drop to the stone floor with a thud. My breath caught, eyes locked on his pants, pulse racing at what came next.

My hands trembled as I moved to the zipper of his pants, the sound of it rasping down loud in the quiet room. The fabric parted, and I slipped my fingers inside, wrapping around the thick heat of his c**k. It throbbed against my palm, heavy and insistent, as I pulled it free.

It sprang out, long and rigid, veins bulging along its length, the head flushed dark and slick with pre-c*m. My lips parted in shock, a gasp escaping as I stared at its size, too big, too much for what I knew was coming.

Ronan chuckled low, the sound vibrating through the air. “It doesn't bite,” he said, his voice rough with amusement and hunger. He reached down again, his thumb pressing against my lower lip, forcing it open wider. One finger pushed into my mouth, hooking under my tongue.

“Wider,” he commanded, eyes locked on mine, unyielding.

I obeyed, stretching my jaw as far as it would go, saliva pooling on my tongue. The taste of his skin lingered, salty and warm. With his free hand, he gripped the base of his c**k, guiding the swollen head toward my lips.

He pressed forward slowly, the blunt tip sliding past my teeth, filling my mouth inch by inch. It stretched my lips tight around its girth, the veins pulsing against my tongue.

He groaned deep in his throat when he was halfway in, the sound raw and primal, his hips twitching forward. My mouth could barely accommodate him, his length hit the back of my throat too soon, making my eyes water. I fought the urge to pull back, breathing through my nose in shallow bursts.

“That's it,” Ronan murmured, his fingers tangling in my hair, holding me steady. “Stay still.”

He started slow, pulling back just enough to let me taste the full length of him before sliding in again, his c**k gliding over my tongue with deliberate thrusts.

Each movement coated him in my spit, the wet sounds echoing off the stone walls. My knees ached on the floor, but the ache between my legs grew sharper, my p***y clenching around nothing as his scent enveloped me.

Then, without warning, his grip tightened, and he surged forward harder, faster. His hips snapped against my face, driving his c**k deeper into my throat. I gagged, the reflex hitting hard as his length choked me, tears spilling down my cheeks.

Saliva dripped from my chin, mixing with the pre-c*m leaking from him, but he didn't stop thrusting relentlessly, using my mouth like it was his to claim. My hands clutched at his thighs, nails digging into my skin, torn between pushing away and pulling him closer, the humiliation twisting into a dark, pulsing need.

His thrusts grew erratic, hips bucking harder as his c**k swelled in my mouth. He groaned low, the sound rumbling from his chest, and his hand slid to the back of my head. Fingers gripped my hair tight, yanking me forward until his length buried deep.

He pulled back suddenly, just as hot spurts of c*m flooded my tongue,thick, salty ropes coating the inside of my mouth.

He groaned again, louder this time, “f*****g hell,” escaping his lips in a rough exhale. A satisfied grin split his face as he withdrew his d**k completely, the wet head popping free with a slick sound, strings of saliva and c*m connecting us for a moment before breaking.

I didn't think. My throat worked on instinct, swallowing down the bitter load in one gulp. It burned going down, warm and heavy in my belly. Why? The question flickered in my mind, shame twisting with confusion, I hadn't meant to, hadn't wanted to, but my body had decided for me.

Ronan's eyes widened a fraction, surprise flashing across his features before it smoothed into amusement. “Open up,” he ordered, voice still husky from his release.

My jaw ached as I parted my lips, tilting my head back to show him. Tongue flat, mouth empty now, just the faint taste lingering. He leaned in, peering down into me like inspecting his work.

“That's a first,” he said, chuckling softly, his grin widening.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, cheeks burning.

His gaze lingered on me, dark and probing, as if he could see right through the flush on my skin. "Did you really want me that bad?" he asked, his voice a low rumble, laced with that smug satisfaction that made my stomach twist.

I opened my mouth to respond, words tumbling in my head, a mix of denial and something sharper I couldn't name but before a single syllable escaped, his hands were on me.

Strong fingers wrapped around my waist, lifting me effortlessly off the cold stone floor. A gasp ripped from my throat as he hoisted me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing, my bare ass thrust up in the air, legs dangling helplessly.

The sudden shift dizzied me, blood rushing to my head, my breasts pressing against his back while his arm clamped across my thighs to hold me in place.

"Alpha….wait," I stammered, but it came out breathless, stunned by the raw power in his grip. He didn't answer, just strode forward with purposeful steps, the throne room fading behind us as he carried me through a heavy door into the shadows of an adjoining space.

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust, the dim light revealing a bedroom, plush furs on a wide bed, flickering candles casting warm glows on stone walls, a far cry from the harsh openness we'd left.

With a grunt, he swung me down, tossing my naked body onto the mattress. I bounced once, the soft pelts cushioning my fall, but the impact jarred me, leaving me sprawled on my back, legs splayed, heart pounding. My skin prickled in the cooler air, n*****s hardening from the chill and the adrenaline, p***y still slick from earlier, aching with unmet need.